It always started with a touch.
Fingertips brushing against bare skin. Just for a second. Long enough to feel the spark—the transfer. Long enough for the world to turn upside down.
Aria first discovered her ability when she was eleven. She touched her older brother's wrist in a fit of panic during an argument—and suddenly, she was looking at herself from across the room. Her screams came out of his mouth.
They never spoke about it again.
Her brother forgot the entire thing. She didn't.
She kept it quiet. Practiced in silence. Sometimes, she'd become a teacher for five minutes just to steal test answers. Or a runner in track to win bets. But never for long. Ten minutes, max. Any longer, and things got blurry.
Until the day she touched Lucas Varela.
Lucas was a walking contradiction.
